BikerGeek99
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Friday, August 5, 2016.
The last day on the road.
This leg of a road trip on the bike is always one of reflection for me. Reflecting back on the experiences that I got lost in at the time, but afterwards I realize they are highlights of the memories that, when people ask how the trip was, are what I will bring up.
The storm in Kansas.
The peeps at NAFO.
Million Dollar Highway.
The Forrest Gump Road.
The scavenger hunt pictures in Arizona.
AJ giving us the bird while laughing his ass off.
The high-speed run into Roswell.
The shtank around the cattle yards in Texas.
The dude that had to retrieve his FitBit.
The Ariston Café.
All of those erase anything due to it being stoopit f’n hot. I’ll remember the things above first and foremost. And smile. Even though AJ is in there.
Dork.
The morning was a tad damp. What was coming down wasn’t quite rain, but it was just enough to piss you off.
We were in and out of road construction and clouds for quite a while.
So if you saw the pictures from the beginning of the ride report… Yeah… Not much new to add.
But, we made it through Indianapolis without it raining!
Just kidding. We were, literally, just on the east side of Indy, and the damned skies opened up on us. It didn’t bug us – the cool-off actually felt pretty good! – but I guess a little bit of rain makes the hazard lights come on in cars? WTF, people?!? This wasn’t even THAT bad. Eesh.
A little while later, our home state, round on the ends and HI in the middle.
These designs are on the bridge supports in the Dayton area. Dayton is home to Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, and the Air Force Museum.
One thing that I picked up from someone at some point is in your GPS, rather than set the ‘home’ location to your actual home, set it to a police station nearby. Nice, eh? So ‘home’ in my GPS is an Ohio State Highway Patrol post just up the road from the house. The idea being that, if some douche canoe steals my GPS, and they wanna know where I live… Well, you get the idear.
I had the GPS set to take us ‘Home’ and we saw something close to home that we didn’t know was there – a covered bridge!
Very cool! Maybe not as cool as some of the ones in Vermont, but still cool.
And a few warm minutes later, we were home, greeted by a lawn that REALLY needed mowed, and a somewhat aloof kitteh that, maybe, and I mean JUST MAYBE, was OK with the fact that we were home.
So, a bit under 400 miles to get us home, just under 4500 miles total for the trip, 10 days on the road, 11 states, including adding four states that we have ridden in together.
Where the SPOT tracker says we went.
While it was nice to be home, quite frankly, I could easily have just kept on riding for another couple of weeks.
Because I just felt like riding.
Das Ende.
The last day on the road.
This leg of a road trip on the bike is always one of reflection for me. Reflecting back on the experiences that I got lost in at the time, but afterwards I realize they are highlights of the memories that, when people ask how the trip was, are what I will bring up.
The storm in Kansas.
The peeps at NAFO.
Million Dollar Highway.
The Forrest Gump Road.
The scavenger hunt pictures in Arizona.
AJ giving us the bird while laughing his ass off.
The high-speed run into Roswell.
The shtank around the cattle yards in Texas.
The dude that had to retrieve his FitBit.
The Ariston Café.
All of those erase anything due to it being stoopit f’n hot. I’ll remember the things above first and foremost. And smile. Even though AJ is in there.
Dork.
The morning was a tad damp. What was coming down wasn’t quite rain, but it was just enough to piss you off.
We were in and out of road construction and clouds for quite a while.
So if you saw the pictures from the beginning of the ride report… Yeah… Not much new to add.
But, we made it through Indianapolis without it raining!
Just kidding. We were, literally, just on the east side of Indy, and the damned skies opened up on us. It didn’t bug us – the cool-off actually felt pretty good! – but I guess a little bit of rain makes the hazard lights come on in cars? WTF, people?!? This wasn’t even THAT bad. Eesh.
A little while later, our home state, round on the ends and HI in the middle.
These designs are on the bridge supports in the Dayton area. Dayton is home to Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, and the Air Force Museum.
One thing that I picked up from someone at some point is in your GPS, rather than set the ‘home’ location to your actual home, set it to a police station nearby. Nice, eh? So ‘home’ in my GPS is an Ohio State Highway Patrol post just up the road from the house. The idea being that, if some douche canoe steals my GPS, and they wanna know where I live… Well, you get the idear.
I had the GPS set to take us ‘Home’ and we saw something close to home that we didn’t know was there – a covered bridge!
Very cool! Maybe not as cool as some of the ones in Vermont, but still cool.
And a few warm minutes later, we were home, greeted by a lawn that REALLY needed mowed, and a somewhat aloof kitteh that, maybe, and I mean JUST MAYBE, was OK with the fact that we were home.
So, a bit under 400 miles to get us home, just under 4500 miles total for the trip, 10 days on the road, 11 states, including adding four states that we have ridden in together.
Where the SPOT tracker says we went.
While it was nice to be home, quite frankly, I could easily have just kept on riding for another couple of weeks.
Because I just felt like riding.
Das Ende.
See you soon at EOM!! B) 
